earth note 497

ouray colorado
touching the land circa 1979...2016

between the years

and many decades prior
the uncompahgre river
tried but failed to vomit & flush away
the heavy metals
the murky orange
legacy european settler poison
growing out of
and still leaching
from the mines

the horses smell it and

know better
than to drink from it

before the plunder

chief ouray and the original people
fished   hunted   farmed   protected
at least 23 million acres
every river now
weeping
from their absence

by next election

the buck will get passed
again

--- e b bortz

recovering notes from the deep, part 12

june 1966

on that last official day

of high school
i didn't realize
it would be
a graduation of sorts
out of childhood
since i thought
i had passed that milestone
already
hitchhiking  
the pennsylvania turnpike to nyc
or the ohio turnpike to chicago
or the backroads
through tyrone on the way
to state college

at some point

i had a guitar
strapped on
and a denim shirt
missing buttons

there were low-wage jobs

and crash pads that
thrust me in the direction
of growing up
     not sure what that meant
     or even what it means now

i was always in favor of wearing beliefs
whenever they landed
not running from them
     accepting them like a kind of destiny
     with family roots or no roots

the summer blew past me

toward the fall-winter fur coat retrieval
warehouse job
earning enough before
seasonal layoff
to find a ride to california

by late winter
the money ran out
and some were wondering
when or if i was coming back

to a pittsburgh daytime

looking so dark

--- e b bortz

earth note 496

this one will be so bright
you'll need shades to read it

leave everything as it is

look for wild turkeys

the deer have brought you summer

take them at their word

there's high pressure in the west

let it lift you right off the street

there's no embarrassment

in getting lost on the trail

the rivers only promise movement

imagination must do the rest

--- e b bortz

earth note 495

there's a loneliness
and comfort
in every two-lane going west
towns you've never been to
but will now remember
without pretense
or claims of fame

if you need a narrative

let the land speak for itself
most of us don't really understand
anything beyond the present frame
a book or a map
can only take you so far
after that
all we have is the soil
to hold us

if you're looking for a thunderstorm

or other drama
it probably won't happen
when you expect it
there's little to believe
in the evening news

you may grab for a deeper understanding

of the cosmos
or yourself
but first
learn the language

--- e b bortz

earth note 494

woods to the north and south
a non commercial federal highway
that looks like another residential avenue
there are always those who want to
glut the landscape
fondling the change in their pockets
asking for easements
and tax increment financing schemes
choking an urban forest
that needs to breathe

speeding cars show no respect for the neighbors

alone in their dead quiet graves

--- e b bortz

earth note 493

a spray off the gulf of mexico
has traveled 1500 miles north
hitting my page
like a steady mist
without a word
there still seems to be
an exclamation point
if anyone is paying attention

--- e b bortz

embitter doesn't roll off my tongue easily

reluctantly
i know things have been inching
in that direction for quite a while

my dad would often say

we can't let the bastards win

and i agree

but there can be honor in losing

still

there's no excuse for making excuses
for anyone who knows better

put away the flag

they all drip blood

--- e b bortz

earth note 492

summer solstice

earth has never been a blank page

gaia doesn't take orders or dictation
yet she certainly is not
a disinterested partner

at the apex of every continental divide

there are decisions made
between life and death
void of emotion

nonetheless

a raging river

--- e b bortz

silent dissenter...hermit in the crowd

it's not a contradiction
if you look around closely
and think about it
maybe it's really
the ultimate escape
     no one else will notice
the judgmentalists can't rule you without fodder
let them calculate my facebook & telephone survey answers
     with the null set

my candidates are never included anyway

--- e b bortz

earth note 491

an online content provider
big honcho on the web
seeking more advertising dollars
and paid subscribers
once emailed me with a comment
that my earth notes should have
actual titles or subtitles
so that readers might be more
      drawn
to reading them
at which point i answered
by picking up a crayon

--- e b bortz

earth note 490

peach      pear      cherry
on the edge of recognition
white pine spreading
up and out by the foot
bamboo waiting
will take off at anytime with a good windstorm
     a perky bush of pink flowers
     living the good life
     still without a name

--- e b bortz

recovering notes from the deep, part 11

about a dozen years after the release
of bob marley's no woman no cry
i found myself on a beach in southern thailand
on my only day off of the week
with a group of thai and farang and voices
and waves of guitar and keyboard solos

it was a time to hold your head up

speak up
the future wasn't clear
but every song had the potential
to become an anthem
and of course the whole world came to know
the music of marley & the wailers
so deeply
that you had no choice
but to look at yourself
stone sober
and act in his words
my feet is my only carriage

the teak forests of asia

were burning
the rivers flooding
the international mining interests
buying up every political hack
willing to be branded

but there was the message

of the music
and the many tears remembered
and left on that beach
and like the waves
and the ripples that still spread
the cut of the coral
will be painful
or a poverty of options
not always predictable
like an orange sunrise
touching the water
nonetheless
letting the spirit grow

--- e b bortz

concrete is a horrible first word of the summer

it makes steel reinforcing rods
seem benign
like there's an orderly framework
to a jackson pollock
     not a norman rockwell
          america
          we've buried ourselves
          in our own propaganda
trucks & detour signs
forcing a new regime
     a derivative of regimentation
into the heat of july & august

don't forget your lane change

before the purgatory exit

--- e b bortz

earth note 489

one-act play

a dove sits alone

on a flat roof
waiting for the sun
to burn off
water droplets
     the maples wave
          leaves turning their backs

--- e b bortz

earth note 488

revisiting spider lake, itasca county minnesota

so i should start by saying

i never really made it to the water
on my 'revisit'
because maybe it's impossible
to wash the years away so easily
     the herons are still aloft
     but in many new generations
and anyway everything else
in the world has
so
changed
so reconciling the new
unreality with what came before
is fundamentally
lying to yourself

but i took in everything i could

in as close
a proximity
as my old and new imagination
would permit
chewing on white birch bark
until my teeth began squeaking
     approval
being patient
letting the sky clear
& the whitecaps speak for themselves

--- e b bortz

recovering notes from the deep, part 10

leaving pittsburgh
on july 4th 1976
was a combination of a subject
and a verb

it took determination and time

to move out
electrician tools stowed
behind the bench seat
of a candy-apple red pickup truck
the summer heat already oppressive
     sulfur dioxide haze and fireworks
have nothing to do with patriotism

the road to minnesota

through the great northwoods
could shake your mind loose
if you'd let it

so we ended up with

a pile of rocks in the middle
of a worked-out hay field
and a spread of wet lowlands
that seemed to open
your arms to cattails
and migrating geese

cutting ten cord of wood

made the summer
go fast
feeding the furnace
about eight months
of the year

there was nothing like

an outdoor sauna
in below zero
purging your pores
like fire and brimstone

on my way to the taconite plant

a grey wolf crossed the service road
eyes and nose straight ahead
mouth slightly open breathing
running for the deeper quiet
     we all seek

a snowshoe rabbit

blends in for most of the winter
sometimes you can get close enough
to see their nose twitch
their fur sway
with the wind

--- e b bortz

earth note 487

1.
the clouds evolved
into the face of buddha
for about thirty seconds
enough to mark the day

2.

when the wind dies
there will be no wake
only memories
of peace and beauty

3.

our words
inadequate for the times
are a drop in the river
so let the flow be the journey

--- e b bortz

earth note 486

1989

when the pedicab bicycles

all gathered at night
in a crowded back street
in surat thani thailand
it was for a wedding
of nineteen-year-olds
with all the friends
and family conversing
      this being the music
it all smelled sweet
like ma-muang
almost til dawn
and the bright eyes
of many thousand nights
before them

--- e b bortz

on to the next thousand poems

where they might be dug up
is still up
in the air
hard rock isn't a bar in key west
but a scarred landscape
and facial expression
less the ego
where the mountains know
and you know
where it all leads
but i don't need to tell you

the streetcars would usually stop running

just as you needed a ride home
you learned how to walk the walk
in the drip of a river mist
with darkness
your sibling

the gulf of mexico

is a gateway
from rabid consumption
a mainland pukes when it gets drunk
but it never seems to reckon itself
with the obvious conclusions

you have too much

you have learned to
stand and deliver
in the light of your own experience
but find it hard to disown
      anything

not every canyon has a bottom
there always seems to be
another crevice in the distance
to guide you deeper
into the mantle
into the heat

--- e b bortz

earth note 485

a small community park
a place to cope
in a village by the same name
looking out on the strung-out flats
of eastern colorado

not enough money for upkeep

so a few stores sway
like a strong westerly
or hide behind the flag
at the post office

a dog barks

protecting the perimeter
a tv spits out the weather
and wheat prices
but the land cracks
like dried summer skin

--- e b bortz

the wind is dripping tension

everything is tentative
like the rain will start
at any time
a motorcycle guns it
up the hill before
getting wet
there are no news programs
this morning
that the age of reason
would recognize
thomas paine went to prison
came out and woke up
in another cruel world

--- e b bortz

earth note 484

i refuse to mention his name
but speaking about deeds
has some benefit
if the greater good
has a chance

it's all about raising consciousness

no i'm not trying to preach to anyone
least of all
the choir

as obsolete as the idea of nationhood is

that's not to say that nations
shouldn't be mandated to make
fundamental change
away from all fossil fuels
& forward to clean energy

the moral equivalent to carbon

is death
so how much death
will you rationalize

coal dust finds

every living lung
a cancer-emphysema-asthma incubator

i've tasted the inside

of a coal-fired boiler
oil-fired furnace
methane exhaust

so don't tell me otherwise

--- e b bortz

earth note 483

not sure
if the great sand dunes in colorado
are still growing
or moving on with their scattered beings

the river that runs at their feet

doesn't know who went where
only that the cool water
is still a steady anchor

the prevailing winds

used to bring new sand
up from the south
deposit and grow the dunes

that was when the land was young

and all reverence originated with the sun

--- e b bortz